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 BEN JONSON 207 Kas. Where is he ? Which is he ? He is a slave, Whate'er he is, and the son of a whore. Are you The man, sir, I would know ? Sur. I should be loth, sir. To confess so much. Kas. Then you lie in your throat. Sur. How ! Face. [To Kastril.] A very errant rogue, sir, and a cheater. Employed here by another conjuror That does not love the doctor, and would cross him If he knew how. Sur. Sir, you are abused. Kas. You lie : And 'tis no matter. Enter Drugger with a piece of damask. Fcue. Nay, here's an honest fellow, too, that knows him, And all his tricks. Make good what I say, Abel, This cheater would have cozened thee o' the widow. [Aside to Drugger. He owes this honest Drugger here seven pound. He has had on him in twopenny'orths of tobacco. Drug. Yes, sir. And he has dammed himself three terms to pay me. Face. And what does he owe for lotium ? Drug. Thirty shillings, sir ; And for six syringes. Sur. Hydra of villainy ! Face. [To Kastril.] Nay sir, you must quarrel him out o' the house. Kas. I will : Sir, if you get not out o' doors, you lie ; And you are a pimp. Sur. Why, this is madness, sir, Not valour in you ; I must laugh at this. Kas. It is my humour : you are a pimp and a trig, And an Aniadis de Gaul, or a Don Quixote. Drug. Or a knight o' the curious coxcomb, do you see ? " Dragger himself, we see, grows witty at the expense of his rival ; as for his fibbing against him, all is fair